Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

After all, he couldn't just say he had a skill that would amplify his strength a hundredfold simply by shouting "Little Iron Fist is coming!"

While the reason is true, if it were said out loud, probably only mentally ill people would believe it.

Li Zhengjun was also taken aback when he heard Qin Yu's answer.

What kind of rare and precious treasure could enable a three-star martial apprentice to unleash the power of a martial artist?

He had never even heard of it.

After all, he was just a child from an ordinary family, and he didn't have any powerful grandfather.

Although I find this reason quite far-fetched, after thinking about it, it seems to be the only reason that makes some sense.

Thinking of this, Li Zhengjun's face showed an extremely excited smile for the first time.

Unexpectedly, this one-on-one duel actually revealed a truly exceptional talent to him.

With this kid, Jiangnan No. 1 Middle School's chances of winning the championship in this martial arts exchange competition are practically guaranteed.

You should know that even though he was invited by the principal after three visits, he was still subject to performance evaluations.

If Jiangnan No.1 Middle School falls out of the top three in this martial arts competition, his salary will be docked.

Conversely, if you can get first place, you will also receive a bonus, conservatively estimated at least 100,000 RMB!

It still smells really good.

Thinking about this, Li Zhengjun's gaze towards Qin Yu became increasingly pleasing.

In his eyes, four large characters floated above Qin Yu's head.

A prize of 100,000!

"Cough, cough, help, help me! I can still be saved, please save me."

Just then, in the deep pit in the distance, Song Jiang, her head bleeding, waved her hand tremblingly and cried out for help in a hoarse and weak voice.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengjun's expression immediately changed.

What the hell!

I almost forgot about this kid!

Thinking of this, he rushed towards the dying Song Jiang and quickly called for the school doctor to come over.

The afternoon flew by, and before we knew it, it was time to go home from school.

The afternoon's practical combat class went very smoothly, and no one dared to complain about Qin Yu representing the school in the fight anymore.

After all, the last Song Jiang, who was always complaining, is now lying in a hospital bed, and it's said that she won't recover for at least half a year.

Keep in mind that they are now in their final year of high school, with less than a year left until the college entrance examination.

As a result, Song Jiang will now be bedridden for half a year. It's no exaggeration to say that this kid is... ruined.

It was suggested that his parents reopen the business.

Having learned from Song Jiang's example, the others naturally dared not provoke Qin Yu again, and even their gazes towards Qin Yu now held a hint of awe.

Thanks to Qin Yu, Liu Damao was also able to represent the school in the competition.

Therefore, Liu Damao was very happy at that moment.

In the classroom, Liu Damao, having finished packing his schoolbag, patted Qin Yu on the shoulder with a broad smile:

"Old Qin, you're something else! You've been keeping a low profile for a long time. I knew you were going to be something special since we were kids."

"Thanks to you this time, I was able to represent the school in the competition. I absolutely have to treat you to KFC today!"

Qin Yu glanced back at him and asked, "Let me ask you first, how much money do you have left in your pocket?"

Liu Damao was taken aback when he heard this. He took out a few crumpled banknotes and a few coins from his pocket.

"Let me count: one dollar and two cents, two dollars and two cents, three dollars and four cents, seven dollars and six cents..."

"Huh? No, where was I counting to? Let me count again."

"One dollar and two jiao, two dollars and two jiao..."

Qin Yu: "..."

Good heavens, there are only a few dollars in total, Liu Damao is quite a talent for counting them for so long!

The CPU is probably about to burn out.

Qin Yu sighed helplessly: "Stop counting, you have a total of 15 yuan and 22 cents in your hand now."

Liu Damao was taken aback when he heard this, and after counting, he found that it was indeed true.

"Damn! Lao Qin, when did you get so good at math? You used to need ages to figure out addition and subtraction within 20, didn't you?"